INTYWIDFAL (prologue)INTYWIDFAL (prologue)3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
I sat in the park on a bench, smoking a cigarette.
A strange guy about fifty came over to me. He stopped in front of me and suddenly he started punshing me. I screamed for help as loud as I could, but because it was almost 10 pm, nobody else was here. 'I gonna die.' I thought and got thrown on the ground.
Suddenly a young guy grabbed the punsher's arm. He had brown hair and wore a black jacket, dirty gray trousers and Vans. His face was nearly completely covered with a red neckerchief. His eyes were glowing red and I looked at him scared. He went behind the punsher, wraped his left arm around his neck, took his chin with his right hand and pulled, breaking the punsher's neck. Another guy appeared, he seemed a bit older than the other one.
He turned to me, sitting down next to me.
"What shall we do with him now?" the younger guy asked, more to himself. "He saw too much. We should kill him."
"Please, d-don't k-kill me." I whined.
The older one looked at me with a pitiful s
I See You in Everything - Frerard - One-ShotI See You in EverythingI See You in Everything - Frerard - One-Shot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I stare at my beside table vacantly, the bottle of pills glaring back at me. My heart does this little stop-start, and I gasp in a quick breath. The pills let out a laugh, making me cover my ears and lean over so far my knees touch my chest. A hiccup-like noise passes through my parted lips; God, I'm so pathetic sometimes! Still holding the sides of my head, I stand and walk to the window. I smile as I look out, seeing you waving to me from the outside. I return in, but as I acknowledge your presence, you vanish in a puff of smoke. A frown, something almost permanent on my face, creeps into my features as I turn away from the glass.
I run a hand through my black hair, a heavy sigh fleeing my chest. I go to the mirror on my dresser, and take in my checked pajama bottoms, dirty black t-shirt, and unkempt and filthy hair. I huff out a breath; something moves at the ve
Facts about Frank Iero's TattoosFrank Iero's tattoos.Facts about Frank Iero's Tattoos3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
"Forget Me Not" with blue hand on his arm.
"Hopeless" and a spiderweb between on his right hand.
A stabbed human heart on his arm.
"N.J" inside his bottom lip which stands for "New Jersey".
"Hope" with a flame on the left side of his chest.
"I wish I were a ghost" around his right wrist.
"Jamia" on a heart on his right hand.
"Jinx Removing/2.5.07" and scissors on the left side of his neck.
"Keep the faith" and a jack-o-lantern on the back of his neck.
A scorpion on the right side of his neck.
"La Mia Familia. Il Mio Idolo" and a portrait of his grandfather on his left bicep.
"Forever in my heart" and his Grandmothers Angelina and Lillian.
"Live each day as if it were your last" on his thigh.
A winged Virgin Mary (also speculated to be Our Lady of Sorrows) holding a heart with five swords on his entire left forearm.
A chainsaw, "Black Flag" logo, black rose with guns
10 Years of a Miracle10 Years of a Miracle3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The young, 8 year old Gerard way stood in front of his mirror, with his 5 year old brother Mikey at his side.
Mikey struck the last chord on his toy bass that his grandmother, Elena, got him for Christmas.
"Thank you Bellville!" Gerard called into his mothers hairbrush, used as a michrophone. "And goodnight!" And with that, his brother and him jumped off the bed used as a stage and struck their final pose.
"Thank you Jersey!" The 33 year old Gerard Way called into his microphone. "I'm glad I could be here! And I hope all you fuckers did too!" He shouted as he was answered by the 10-20,000 thousand fans screaming in happiness and excitement and love. The too brothers waited for the arena to clear out so they could exit to their tour bus and get ready for the next nights show in a yet another city, state, and country!
Then their mother, Dona Way, walked in.
"What was that thump?" She asked.
"Just me and Mikey practicing for when we are rockstars. Did you watch Smashing
A Frerard StoryIt was a normal day on this stupid school. The teacher was at her desk flipping through a decorating magazine. The cheerleaders gossiping. The jocks picking on the nerds. Eveyone else was talking quietly to their friends hoping to not get notice by the jocks and cheerleaders. They didn't want to get pick on or made fun of.A Frerard Story4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was sitting near the window looking outside. It was a cloudy day. It looked like it was going to rain. There was a loud noice coming from the other side of the room where the jocks are. I turn around and see Kevin laughing hysterically. I turn around and roll my eyes looking back at the window. When I look outside I see a really skinny tall kid with glasses in an Anthrax shirt and skinny jeans running from the rain.
A couple of minnutes later the door opens. The kid gives a note to the teacher and she tells him to sit down as she throus away the note not even looking at it. The kid sits next to me with a big smile on his face.
"Hey Frankie." He looks a
INTYWIDFAL (Chapter 2)When I arived at the school I was very late. 'I hope the teacher is ill and first lesson will be skiped.' I ran too fast and crashed into someone. I fell down again and looked up. It was a good looking guy with green eyes and about shoulder long black hair. He wore black Coverse. And he was quite tall. Okay, to me everyone is tall because I'm just 5'4" plus I was lying on the ground. He lend me his hand and helped me to get up.INTYWIDFAL (Chapter 2)3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
"Hello. Are you in a hurry?" he asked.
"Erm... not realy. I just get late for the Geography lesson. So I have time." I answered.
"Haha. And I gonna be late for the first lesson in my new school. I was just searching the classroom."
"Out here you won't find a classroom."
"I already gave up to search it. What's your name?"
"I'm Frank Iero. But please call me Frankie. So you are new here?"
"Yeah. I'm Gerard Way. My little brother and I came to Jersey about a week ago and we had to unpack all our things first. In which class are you? I'm in 2C."
"I'm in 1B." I wante
INTYWIDFAL (Chapter 3)As soon as I came to my locker, I took out my Biology book and my jotter, closed the door and wanted to run to my class. Bert, the captain of the football team, grabbed the front of my shirt, lifted me up and pressed me hard against the lockers. Three of his team mates were standing behind him, laughing. All my things fell on the floor. Damnit!INTYWIDFAL (Chapter 3)3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
"Give me all your money! Otherwise I'll stab this knife into your heart." he said.
"I-I d-don't have a-any m-money with me." I answered.
Suddenly I felt a pircing pain in my right chest. He realy stabed the knife in my chest. Blood was flowing out of the deep wound and my shirt got blood strained on the front and on the back. 'Was the knife that long that it could even hurt my backside?' I wondered.
A few seconds later I fell down on the ground and kept lying there. I landed on my front so the knife got even deeper into my chest. I moaned because of the pain and was sure that I was going to die.
All of a sudden I saw that four pairs of feet disa
INTYWIDFAL (Chapter 6)After the exam we had lunch break. I stormed out of the class and straight to room 213. Gerard was already waiting there.INTYWIDFAL (Chapter 6)3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
"Gee!" I said. I was so happy to see him that I crashed into a person when I was running towards him. The person was a girl from my paralell class, with black hair and big dark eyes. She always wore a cap. Her facial looked quite animalic and I was wondering about the reason every time I saw her.
I was lying on the ground and she looked down at me. "Oh, I'm sorry. A-are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm all right." I noticed that she lost her hat and saw something move in her hair. 'What's that? Does she carry a pet in her hair?' I looked carefully and saw dog-ears. Shock!
I jumped up, ran to Gee and hid myself behind him. "Do you know what that is in her hair? Looks like animal-ears." I whispered.
"Don't worry. I know her. We met when she was on holiday in Rumania a few years ago." Gee answered. "Lindsey, nice to meet you again. What happened since we last met?"
"Ah. Not much.
Gym ClassGym Class4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Frank Iero screamed as the red ball flew towards him, he heard the mocking voices of the other gym students, the snickers; these were the noises he'd been followed by his entire life. As soon as the foam ball hit his chest, he knew something was wrong. The ball was stuffed with rocks. Some jerk had poked a hole in the dodge ball, and took out the original soft insides, replacing them with heavy pebbles.
The breath was knocked right out of him and he was knocked to the ground where he lay gasping, the ball a deadweight on his chest, pinning him down, completely at the mercy of the other teens in the gym. Frank squirmed, but found that he still couldn't get up, and he felt tears running down his cheeks as the face of the coach loomed next to his and the teacher growled, "Get up, fag."
He whimpered and tried to get to his feet again, failing miserably.
"Fine then, Iero, guess I'll just go and get coffee now, hmm?" The coach sneered and walke
Does Your Momma Know? Ch.01Does Your Momma Know? Ch.013 years ago in Romance More Like This
I swooped down and picked up a cardboard box which was filled with ornaments and carried them into our new house, pushing the front door open with my hip.
It was small and homely, the gate was baby blue and it had the white fence I always dreamed of when I was a kid. I smiled at the interior of the house, taking in the mass amounts of boxes before glancing at the clock.
"Shit" I muttered and jogged to the sideboard where I kept my car keys then left the house. I climbed into my car and checked the mirrors before backing out of the driveway.
Great Frank. Her first day and you're late.
"Daaaaaaaaddy!" I heard a little girl shriek before my daughter appeared from around the corner, running towards me. I giggle and picked her up, placing her on my hip.
"How was your day poppet?" I asked, hitching her up on my hip before starting to walk towards the car. She giggled and hid her face in my neck.
"Ryan held my hand at nap time" she giggled as I placed her down to open the
Troubled - Frerard 1Have you ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Yeah, well that seems to happen to me quite often.Troubled - Frerard 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had borrowed my friend's car, not even for an hour and I'm pulled over for speeding. The cop decided I simply must've been drunk or something, and it just so happened that there was a bag of some kind of pills right in the front in a cup holder. The policeman of course, confiscated them and I was the one to get into trouble. I've been in loads of trouble before, so when James begged me to take the blame, I didn't mind. They weren't hardcore drugs, there wasn't even enough to put me in jail or anything but I got a bill.
All was okay with me, but my parents were less than thrilled. I've gotten in trouble for small things such as, under aged drinking or speeding or fights but, my parents thought I was doing drugs. Their solution was to send me to some boarding school for troubled kids.
So now, here I am, packing a suitcase to go to some stupid school. Great.
I finally finished pac
Untitled.Untitled.2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He awakes lying on his back on the altar of a church.
He feels…stiff, dry, worn out, and incredibly confused. His confusion only increases when he looks to the right of him and sees another man lying on the altar beside him.
But…it isn't just any man – it is himself. But the other him…the other him looks, well, dead. And how is that even possible? His hand stretches out, fingertips skimming across the high cheekbones of his – but not his – face. The skin is waxy and cold. He is dead, and has been for a while, although the corpse must have been preserved in some way.
So then…is he a ghost? How would that work, exactly? He feels so real, more real, even, than the dead him, who is as still and artificial looking as a mannequin, scarlet hair falling over closed eyes. His own eyes flick down to the corpse's neck, where a ragged wound is, black around the edges as though burnt. Caused by…a raygun. He remembers now, with a strange sort of s
We Are Incredible.We Are Incredible.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gerard Way was a student at The Umbrella Academy.
The Umbrella Academy was, as the title suggested, a school. But it wasn't just any school. It was a school for the truly gifted – a school for those with, well, superpowers.
So then, you might ask, did Gerard Way have superpowers?
Yes. Well, one superpower. The thing was, though, it was only a Class 1 power, common and laughable. He could become invisible with a thought, but the problem was that anything on his body, including his clothes, would remain visible. And since he didn't fancy walking around naked, it was practically useless unless he just wanted to use it for shits and giggles.
It wasn't that Gerard was ungrateful, though. He was a huge comic book nerd, and to be in a school of supers, even if he was kind of the loser among them, was more than he could've ever asked for. Sometimes, when he was alone in his dorm, he would walk around invisible just to remind himself that yes, he was special, even if he was only a Class
Photobooks .:Frerard:Oneshot:."Frank? Where are you, honey?" Gerard's honey-sweet voice echoed through the mid-sized home he shared with his husband. A husband he was have a difficult time tracking down at that moment. "Frank, seriously! Where did you go?" Gerard called, feeling stumped as to where to look.Photobooks .:Frerard:Oneshot:.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, an idea struck him and he quickly walked to their pull-down staircase. He tugged on the cord and swiftly climbed the stairway into the messy room. A small smile hit his lips when he saw where his husband was.
Frank sat with a photo album in his inked fingers, blissfully passing through memories as each picture brought them back. A serene smile played on Frank's lips as he giggled softly at a picture of Gerard when he played Peter Pan as a kid. And then the first tattoo he ever got. Then Gerard giving him a piggy-back ride home when he broke his ankle at the local park when they were teenagers. So many pictures filled that simple book and it filled Frank with a warm, familiar feeling, just like when he